#michael Langdon x reader angel

[beastsovrevelation]

Captured Angel

Michael Langdon x F!Angel!Reader

Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia

“Good, you’re awake.”

A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.

His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.   

“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.

Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”

You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.  

“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at your heaving chest.

“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn’t it obvious?”

You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.

“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.

A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.   

“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”

You snarled, attempting to pull away.

“Get your putrid hands off me!”

He tightened his grip on your neck.

“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”

“Vile creature...” you spat.

He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles   had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.

Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.

You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.

He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.

He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.

It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”

He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.

“Speak up, angel” he demanded.

Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.

“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”

Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.

“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.

He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.

Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.

Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.

“Kiss me” you demanded.

He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.

“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.

“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.

“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”

He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.

“Michael!”

“Good girl” he praised with a grin.

Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.

“Michael...” you moaned.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation  you had ever experienced.

You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.

“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”

A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.

“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.

[fear-is-truth]

INTERVIEW WITH THE ANTICHRIST

── michael langdon x gn! reader. || wc: 980

The chamber was eerily silent, illuminated only by the flickering candles and the warm glow of the fireplace. You were seated in a plush armchair, stiff and cold beneath your fingers, your back pressed tight against the cushions.

The air was thin, as if it was being slowly siphoned away. You felt small, trapped. Like an insect in a glass jar. Langdon had only arrived at the outpost a day ago, but already, you could feel the shift in power. Even Venable—the high and mighty bitch who ruled over all—was clearly shaken by his arrival.

No one knew much about him, only that he was important. And dangerous.

The interviews with Langdon had quickly become a topic of annoyance among the other inhabitants. Each person who had been interviewed complained about his cryptic nature and nonchalant attitude. Whatever his purpose here, it felt like a game to him—a clever farce meant to toy with you all.

And now it was your turn to entertain him.

You kept your gaze fixed ahead as Langdon rose from behind his desk, the sound of his boots against the floor the only disruption to the stifling silence as he approached you. He did not bother to sit. Instead, he stood before you, arms clasped behind his back, his expression inscrutable as he studied you.

“You’re the seventh,” he announced, and his voice was smooth, like a glassy winter pond. You nodded, swallowing hard, unable to tear your eyes away from him as he began to circle you. The way he moved was languid, graceful.

You fidgeted slightly, trying to suppress your nerves. Langdon was, undeniably beautiful— angelic, even. He looked as if he had been sculpted from marble, with sharp, almost impossibly perfect features—chiselled cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. Long, golden hair fell in soft waves over his shoulders, and his pale skin stood out against his all-black attire. The dark clothing gave him an air of authority, likely because he was sent by The Cooperative.

“Tell me. How do you feel your life here, at the Outpost?” he purred, his voice curling in the air around you. The question seemed casual, yet there was something in the way he said it that made you feel anything but.

“It's...” You paused, your throat suddenly dry. “It’s fine,” the words felt hollow on your tongue, laughable, given the bleak reality of your existence here. Sure, you were relieved to be alive, the temptation of sweet oblivion often lingered at the edge of your thoughts. Langdon moved behind you, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could feel his bright blue gaze drilling into the back of your skull.

When he spoke again, his voice was a soft, coaxing whisper, like honeyed velvet.

“What do you miss the most?”

The question struck you off guard. It wasn’t what you had anticipated—then again, you hadn’t known what to expect.

“…I’m sorry?”

“Prior to… all of this,” he clarified, gesturing vaguely at the surrounding walls,

“What do you miss most?”

You exhaled shakily, gripping the armrests tighter as you spoke.

“I… I miss the colours. The sky, the sunsets. And the trees, the ones that lined the sidewalks. The way they change in autumn.”

He chuckled softly, and you swore you could detect genuine humour in the sound. Embarrassed at the wistfulness in your tone, you stared down at your lap, at the monotonous gray of your uniform.

“You miss beauty, don’t you?”

he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned closer. His thumb brushed the edge of your jaw in the lightest of touches. Stunned into silence, you simply nodded.

He stopped in front of you now, tilting his head slightly, eyes narrowing as if appraising your response. The silence stretched, tension pulling at the edges of the room until it felt unbearable. Then, he deadpanned,

“The world outside is a wasteland now,”

There was no trace of emotion, his words as detached as if he were reading from a script. He stepped closer, leaning in. The cool press of his hand settled against your cheek, the metal of his rings biting into your skin. You froze under his touch, your breath catching in your throat.

“But perhaps,” he mused, his voice soft, almost to himself, “some beauty has survived after all.”

Just as quickly as he had touched you, he withdrew his hand and resumed circling. Every step he took only made the knot of anxiety in your chest tighten further.

The questions that followed were innocent but somehow, simultaneously intimate. He asked about your favourite book, about what scared you most as a child, your childhood best friend.

Throughout it all, his piercing blue eyes never strayed from you. They stripped you bare, as though he was peeling back the layers of your very soul. You answered as best you could, because you had a nagging suspicion that he already knew the answers before you spoke.

Then, just as quickly as it had started, the interview ended.

“That’s all for now.” Langdon turned on his heel, striding toward the door with the same measured grace. His fingers brushed the sleek panels, sliding them open with ease. He paused at the threshold, turning back to look at you. His expression was unreadable, yet there was something lingering in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite put your fingers on.

“I look forward to our next meeting.”

You blinked, unsure if this was the end. The knot of nerves tightened in your stomach as you stood from the armchair, wringing your hands together.

“Wait,” you called after him, your voice trembling slightly.

“Have I… did I get in?”

Langdon turned fully to face you, a faint, almost amused smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“You were already in before the interview,” he murmured, as if it were an afterthought.

“I just wanted to speak to you nonetheless.”

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[so-long-soldier-writes]

Kinks & Cuddles

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: comforting kol after he faces his mother's rage

tags: hurt / comfort, mentions of abuse, cuddling, mild smut, mommy kink, blood drinking / sharing

word count: ~1.6k

note: this is inspired by a michael langdon fic i read years ago. i felt the kink fit kol, too. linked on my ao3 if i can track it down. also, i’m publishing this drunk :)

“Hello, love,” Klaus greets as you enter the mansion, “I assume Rebekah’s called you for the intervention?”

You nod, “is it bad this time?”

“One of the worst I’ve ever seen.”

You purse your lips, wondering how you’ll tackle it. 

“Of course,” he continues, “we could just leave him like that. Eventually he’ll snap out of it and go on a killing spree to deal with his emotions instead.”

“No, I’ll get him better before it comes to that. It’ll be okay.”

“Alrighty then. Oh, but Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“He may be hungry. There’s bags in the fridge if you need.”

“Thank you, Klaus.”

“I’m only a phone call away if you need anything.”

After giving him a polite smile, you make your way up the stairs to Kol’s room.

Ever since you’ve started dating, you’ve become more involved in the Mikaelsons’ family business, which, unfortunately, includes their mother’s torment. It isn’t uncommon for the witch to punish them like children, no matter how old they are. Most of it is yelling, but there are times you’ve seen her be more physical, too. Elijah’s the only one who hasn’t been on the receiving end of her, but that’s because he’s never the troublemaker. And while he can often calm her down mid-argument, sometimes, his efforts are futile. 

This is one of those times. Yesterday, Esther had gotten so angry at Kol that not even Elijah could stop her rage. You hadn’t been there, but his siblings recounted it to you. He had come back from The Mystic Grill a little drunk and the woman was furious, yelling about how he could’ve attacked someone and wouldn’t have been able to properly heal and compel the person away. Kol tried to defend that he wasn’t that drunk, but the defiance earned him a slap to the face. The boy gave up instantly, retreated to his room, and hadn’t been out since. As for their mother, she had left early in the morning, no note nor anything else. This unpredictability isn’t unusual for her, but it sure is maddening. 

After Rebekah and Klaus had searched the entire mansion for their mother and found no trace, they called you. You have become sort of like a guardian angel to the family - saving them on multiple accounts, helping them through tough situations, and comforting them after episodes with their mother. Yes, it’s Kol that you’re dating, but you love the rest of them like siblings. 

Their mother, of course, doesn’t know how close you are with the family. There’s no way she would allow it - not for someone to know the family secrets, nor for someone to love Kol the way you do. At the very least, she’d put a boundary spell around the house to prevent your entry; at the worst, she’d set out to kill you. The siblings wouldn’t put it past her. 

“Kol?” You ask gently as you reach his door. He only groans, muffled by his pillow, in response. “It’s me, baby. Can I come in?”

“Fine.”

You’re just as quiet about turning the knob and sitting beside him on the bed. “Hey, you.” You brush your finger down his cheek. “You look quite cuddly.”

He doesn’t answer, opting to bury his head deeper into the pillow. His hair rests messily against it, and his eyes are closed. Strong arms keep it in place under his head, and the way that they’re flexed shows off his back muscles, which peek out from under the blanket. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay. That’s fine. Is it okay that I sit with you?”

“Yes.”

“Mmkay, good boy.” You murmur, cuddling up beside him. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then asks, “who called?”

“Bex, this time. She’s worried about you.”

“It was her last time.”

“I remember that. And it was you that called me.”

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Why do you always come when we call?”

“Because I love you all,” you reply instantly. “You’re the family I never had. Except for you, though,” you boop his nose, “because I love you in a different way.”

“I love you, too. Hey, um… can you do that thing you were doing last time?”

“What thing?” You try to rack your brains to what you did last time you comforted your boyfriend. 

“This.” He haphazardly moved a piece of your hair as an example. 

“Ah! Yes, I certainly can.” Immediately, you reach up a hand and pull it through his hair, playing with the locks, and massaging his scalp. 

“Thank you. Feels nice.”

“Good. I’m glad. You need anything else?”

“No, just cuddles.”

“Okay.” You smile. Before you know it, you’re both fast asleep. 

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You’re not sure what woke you up, but some hours later, you’re disturbed from a deep sleep. One of your hands still rests in Kol’s hair, while the other lies under your own cheek. When you open your eyes, though, instead of him being at eye level with you, his head is ducked down to your breasts. Before you can ask anything, you sigh involuntarily as you feel your nipple being tugged between his teeth. His tongue is swirling around your breast, wetting it, and then releasing it to flop back to its sideways position. His head then dips to take it in his mouth again, repeating the process. 

As soon as you come to your senses, you try to find your words. “Kol?”

No response. 

“You okay, baby?” You run your hand back through his hair. 

This seems to wake him up, quickly. He snaps out of an apparent trance, removes his mouth, and refuses to look at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I should’ve asked. I’m sorry, mommy. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, there,” you hook a finger on his chin, “no apologies, you’re perfectly okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He finally looks up at you, “but I touched you without asking.”

“It’s okay, baby. In fact, I’m glad you found the comfort you needed. That’s why I’m here.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Not at all. Do you feel better?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Good. Good boy.” His body shivers at the praise. “Do you need-” You stop mid-sentence. “Did you call me ‘mommy’?”

His face pales. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.” His head drops back to the sheets in embarrassment, “I don’t remember.”

“Kol…”

“Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh, pumpkin, I could never hate you! Actually, I find it endearing.” He swallows hard enough that you hear it. “Did you mean it?”

His eyes narrow, “Mean it as in…?”

“As like… was that a slip of the tongue, or was it something you’ve wanted to say?”

“I…I…”

“It’s okay, Kol.”

“I meant it.” He wets his lips. “I just… every time you come help me after mother yells at me, you make me feel safe. Like how a mother should. I don’t know why exactly it makes me want to call you that, but… it does.”

You tilt his chin back up again, and this time he obeys, “to make you feel safe and to love you are all I want to do, Kol. And yes, those are jobs your mother should be fulfilling, too, but if she won’t, I’ll gladly take on both roles.”

“Wait, really? It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. And you already know I love it when you suck on my breasts, baby. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you…”

“You can say it.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

“Of course,” you kiss his head, “mommy loves you. She’s here to take care of you. And, speaking of, are you hungry?”

Before he can answer, his grumbling stomach gives him away. 

“Ah, so it seems.”

“I don’t want to go downstairs, yet. Please don’t make me.”

“Oh no, no, no, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you do anything, baby. I know what it’s like to be in that kind of headspace, and you really shouldn’t go down there until you’re out of it. Not only do I need to take care of you now, but I have first-hand felt the embarrassment of being in public while in a special headspace, and I don’t want you to go through that, okay? No, we’re gonna stay right here.”

He blinks up at you, wanting to cry at how thankful he is for your understanding, yet having no words to say about it. You catch onto this and kiss his forehead. 

“Alright, baby, you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Mmkay, I want you to feed on me, okay?”

“Wait - no, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Kol. I trust you.”

“But-”

“You need to eat, Kol. And I’m not leaving you, nor letting you go down there. Now, come on.” You lift your wrist to his lips. 

Slowly, he drags his teeth along your skin, still hesitant. 

“Feed, sweetheart.”

He takes a deep breath, then finally pierces his fangs into your skin. You gasp at the feeling, eyes rolling back in your head. 

“Good boy, keep going. Keep going.” You play with your hair as you encourage him. “Mommy’s got you. She trusts you.”

After about a minute, the color returns to his face, and he drinks with more confidence. Then, he stops, and immediately bites his own wrist to bring to your lips. You take it, watch your wound heal, and smile up at him. 

“Do you feel better?”

“A lot better. Thank you, Y/N, for the blood. And for comforting me. And for loving me. And for, y’know, not making fun of me.”

“I would never make fun of you. Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Do you need anything else?”

“More cuddles?”

“I’d love to.”

[wroteitbutneverwatchedit]

Can you do Michael Langdon x reader where there is a thunderstorm and they both “do it”

Storm.

Michael Langdon X F!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, pet names, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, cussing, idk if there is anything else.

A/n: hope you enjoy this, let me know if you want a part two. Sorry it took so long I was on a writing break for a while.😌 please like, and reblog. Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

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Michael and I were walking through the grocery as we would usually do once a week. But today Michael couldn’t keep his hands off of me, which made it hard to do things. The store was practically empty except for a few other people doing some shopping. This made it all the easier for Michael to hide the small kisses he would leave lightly on my neck, cheeks, and face. His hands all the while stayed in my waist as I pushed the cart, it was getting to be a little much as we were now circling the same section for the fourth time. I kept gently moving away from him to keep myself on track but he wouldn’t stop. We hadn’t had the chance to have any alone time in about a week and a half as we were both busy with work. Michael’s patience has seems to be stretched thin as he continued to kiss my shoulder. I pulled away from him once again and turned around before he could grab onto my waist.

“Michael, please we’re in the market. When we get home we can relax but I want to get some food before the thunderstorm comes into full effect.” I pleaded with him, I don’t think a word I said got past his ears as his eyes raked over my body and back up to meet mine. I sighed and started to walk away, he was quick to follow me and place his hands back on my hips. I stopped once again and turned around to face him. I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him back a little bit before speaking.

“Darling, the faster we pick up our groceries. The faster we get home and to bed, the longer you keep me circling the same section the longer it takes to get me naked and on top of you.” I said with a pleasant smile, that seemed to get through to him as he was now leading me through the store and picking up the groceries. It shouldn’t surprise me how fast he was but it did. He finished picking up everything on the list while I was standing in the ice cream section still deciding what flavor I wanted. He circled back for me, almost sweeping me off my feet until I yelped.

“All the groceries are in the cart ready for check out. Now let’s get out of here.” He said with a smirk on his face, I slide out of his grip and stood there still deciding on what ice cream to get. I had been successfully standing there for four minutes before he got annoyed and started to become antsy.

“Let’s buy all the flavors, I can lick it off of you.” He pleaded, I rolled my eyes and continued to stare at the ice creams.

“No,” I said, I wanted to try something new but I was having a tough time deciding what it should be. Until Michael took one out of the fridge and put it in my hands I read the description of the ice cream and it seemed like it would taste good. I put it in the cart and Michael seemed relieved that I agreed. Though he was the AntiChrist, he would and could never go against me. He was powerful but I was stronger, though he would never truly know my full power. He know that I was an angel, literally sent from heaven. He knew even before he married me and he still could bring himself to leave me.

“Michael let’s get some pastries, they’d go great with the ice cream” I suggested already walking away from him. He was quick to pull me back and point out the box of treats in the cart that he already picked up.

“Oh darling, I’ve already picked them out for you. Now let’s check out” he said, he was very eager to get home but I wasn’t all that interested in that right now as I was surrounded by food. I dipped out of his grip and started walking to the fruits. Michael was growing more and more annoyed by the minute as I walked through the aisle checking each and every fruit thoroughly before putting them in a bag. Michael wasn’t one to slouch, always having a perfect posture, but he was annoyed, horny, and stuck in his work suit. He didn’t have much room to breathe in all the right places. Although me wearing my work clothes didn’t help alleviate any of his stress. My outfit consisted of a white button-up body con dress that stopped at the middle of my thigh. Along with some heeled boots, the outfit was having its debut and I knew Michael wanted to just rip it off of me already.

“Sweetheart, please we can come back tomorrow or Sunday. Let’s go check out” he pleaded almost begging, I paid no attention to him as I was picking out the perfect mango. I continued walking down the aisle completely disregarding his presence when he came up behind me and pulled me away towards the checkout. I pouted as he put all the groceries on the counter for the cashier, I bagged our stuff before putting it in the cart. Michael paid for everything before placing his hands on my hips and guiding me out of the store. It was pouring outside and I was wearing an all-white dress. I was going to try to run to the car but Michael made the walk slower as he gladly watched me get completely soaked. I quickly put all the stuff in the car and got in. Michael started the car and quickly peeled out of the parking lot to get home as fast as he could.

“So what are we thinking for dinner?” I asked him, his eyes quickly raking over me before turning back to the road.

“I’m not really into food right now” he cooed, I brushed his answer off.

“So I was thinking, maybe you could cook me that shrimp pasta again? It was delicious last time, I don’t know what you put in it but I’ve just been craving it for a while now” I said smiling at him, he smiled genuinely and for a second he looked not like he wanted to eat me.

“Okay I’ll make you a deal, we can cook it together but you have to let me do as I please while we cook” he offered, I thought for a minute and nodded. He seemed pleased that I accepted his offer, once we got home he stopped him in the driveway. I got out and walked around to help with the bags, he took a majority of them as I opened the front door.

“I’ll put the stuff away, you take off those wet clothes and put on an apron.” He said smiling, I took off my shoes before walking upstairs to our bathroom and peeling the wet dress off my skin. I took off everything that I had on, I could hear the storm starting to boom outside. I pulled out a simple lingerie set from my drawer that I had gotten to surprise Michael but before I could put it on, the door swung open to our bedroom to reveal Michael in all his glory. He looked pleased with my state of undress, he had already started to take off his clothes but seeing me seemed to make him go faster.

“Darling, you look gorgeous.” He complimented me and pulled off the last of his clothes before wrapping his arms around me.

“Michael, can I be in control tonight? I just want to try something different” I asked him with my best puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to those eyes so he nods before sitting on the bed.

“Lay down for me my love, and close your eyes” I instructed gently, he did as told and I quickly handcuffed him to the bed frame. He opened his eyes and tried pulling his hands free at once.

“Beautiful what is this?” He questioned

“Don’t you like it? I made them myself, they are made so that you can’t break out of them until I let you out” I beamed, he started to try and pull at the cuffs even harder. While he was distracted I took my time and licked up the base of his dick and swirled around the tip. He ceased all movement and looked down at me, I put the tip in my mouth and slowly attempted to take as much as I could until I could feel him hit the back of my throat. I gagged and he let out a whimper-like moan, I looked up at him as he had his head thrown back. I pulled away to breathe for a second using my hands to pleasure him at a steady pace.

“Is it too much for you angel?” He teased, I looked up at him and scoffed.

“If you don’t shut up I’ll find something to occupy your mouth” I warned, he seemed amused.

“Do it then, I’d hate for you to have to do all the work and get nothing in return.” He chided, Michael was a lover of face-sitting. He believed his face was my throne, so I gave him what he wanted. I gently placed myself on top of his face, he immediately got to work. I leaned my body down so I could go back to giving him head. I focused my mouth on the tip as my hands worked on his balls and the base. He was using his tongue to work my clit, lapping and swirling around. He was already pushing me closer and closer to the edge making it hard for me to even work on him. I pulled away from him and completely got off of him.

“You were so close let me just finish the job” he demanded pulling at the cuffs with more power this time. I straddled his waist, with his dick up against my clit. Michael liked to take charge and he was having a very hard time getting used to me being in control.

“Michael I got it, just enjoy it” I assured him, and that only made him try to break free even more. I started to grind against his dick, if I even leaned back just a little bit too far he would be poking my hole. He was getting impatient, his hips thrusting up ever so slightly as to get in.

“My angel, please just let me in.” He practically begged, I sighed and lined him up with myself before slowly taking all of him. I let out a sweet moan and laid on top of him kissing his neck up to his lip. I could taste myself on him but it was heavenly, his hips went to work thrusting into me. He was still pulling at the handcuffs when I heard the sound of wood breaking, in a quick second I felt his hands slap down on my ass and hold me down as he started to use more power to thrust into me. I tried to get off of him but the handcuffs were still on him and now holding me down against him.

“Wait, baby-“ I pleaded, he smiled and he start to fuck me senselessly.

“Awe, gorgeous let’s pick things up to speed,” he said, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t think anymore, I could feel that familiar knot in my stomach, and he started to slow down. He kept a moderate pace making sure to bottom out with every thrust.

“Come on princess take these cuffs off, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear, I had tears running down my face at this point. My senses were overwhelmed and it was like I had been brought back to the gates of heaven but not able to in yet.

“Regno e Gloria. ( kingdom and glory)” I said softly and the handcuffs unlocked with a clink. He smiled and now held my hips properly. He stood up and laid me on my back, he started to fuck me in missionary position and rub my clit as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed as the loudest strike of thunder ripped through the sky. All the muscles in my body tightened before I felt weak. Michael moaned as he came inside me, he kissed me sweetly. He pulled out and continued to rub my clit prolonging my orgasm. I pushed his hand away weakly as I tried to move away.

“Okay gorgeous, I’ll get dinner started you get some rest.” He said, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He started up the water for a bath, putting me down in the tub.

[orienteddreamerrr]

You Meet Michael Langdon…He Saves You From A Scuffle!

(TV SHOW: AMERICAN HORROR STORY)

(KINDA LONG/SHORT)

Rating: PG-13 for…Brief abuse, a corpse burning, angst but real fluffy in the end!

First Fanfiction post! (Michael Langdon X Fem Reader!)

Dragging you through the dark woods, your wannabe boyfriend, Arnold, has his grasp on your wrist in a tight hold as he pulls you along this dark pathway. “Where are you taking me?”, you asked him firmly, seeing he wasn’t letting go of you. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there!”, he replied to you. You sigh to yourself, feeling like this was going to end badly and not anytime soon. You soon come upon this big oak tree as Arnold pulls you into him, starting to kiss you on your neck in a forcible manner. You tense up even more as you try to push him away, making him fall to the ground. He lands with a grunt as he looks up to you in an irritated way. You step back, feeling your heart racing. “I TOLD YOU NO!”, you yell at him. You can hear Arnold groan as he stands to his feet and grabs you by the throat, pushing you up against the tree. “Y’know, I sometimes can’t stand you…but that’s what makes you so special…”, he whispers that in your ear as you could feel every muscle in your body start to ache. You can feel your breath hitch as you start struggling against Arnold’s hold. Without warning, he hits on you, making you fall flat to the ground. You gasp for air as you try to sit up, slowly catching your breath. You look up to see Arnold was laughing at himself finding it quite amusing to see you suffering. He comes closer to you, giving your stomach a quick kick as you wince and groan in reaction. He was about to do more to you when a voice behind him spoke out, “Leave her alone…”, You see Arnold turn around as you look as well to see a man standing there with a long black trench coat of a suit, black pants paired with boots.

His hair looked silky and long, touching his shoulders and has a strawberry-blonde color to it. He looked almost angelic! You see Arnold laugh as he walks up to him. “And who the hell are you?”, You sit up on your arm to get a better look at what’s happening. You see the man smirk in a sly manner as he replies, “Your worst nightmare…”, With a flick of his wrist, Arnold goes up in flames. You felt instant fear flood inside you as you heard him scream in agony as he attempts to put out the flames on himself, but to no avail. One minute, he’s burning, the next he’s gone. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you scoot back in fear. You see the man turn to look at you as he walks over to you. “Are you alright?”, he asks, holding out his hand. You were hesitant to take it, but you were able to as he helped you to your feet. You dust yourself off of debris as you look to him. “Y-yeah…who are you?”, you asked him, still shaken up slightly by what you just saw. The man smiles his sly smile. “My name is Michael…Michael Langdon…and you are?” “Umm…Y/N”, Michael gently takes your hand as he places a light kiss to the back of it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N…”, You felt heat envelop in your cheeks as you gently pull your hand away. You look behind him to see a pile of ash on the ground…Arnold’s remains. You then look back to him, connecting the pieces of who he’s supposed to be. He’s the so called “Anti-Christ”. You step back slightly. “Wait…you’re him!”, Michael chuckles to himself. “So, you’ve heard of me…don’t worry, I won’t harm you…”, He steps closer to you, moving his hand as he gently brushes a strand of your hair away from your face.

Oddly, your fear for him completely dissipates. You look to the ground feeling flushed. “Well…thanks for the save…I guess…”, You look back to him, seeing his sly smile grow wider. “Of course…”, he takes a small bow as you chuckle slightly in response. You take a look in your surroundings before looking back to Michael. “I’m needing to go home now…”, You see Michael nod. “You live at that village nearby, right?”, You nod to him. He offers his hand to you. “I can take you there, if you like…”, You look to his hand for a moment before looking back to him. “And how exactly?”, Michael’s smile is still wide as he quickly disappears in front of you. You look around, trying to spot on where he went. He then reappears behind you whispering, “Boo!”, It made you jump a little as you turn around to see Michael having a smug smile. “You teleport?”, You ask, seeing Michael chuckling at your reaction. “I do many things…”, He offers his hand again. “Well?”, You look to his hand, not hesitating this time as you grab onto it. One minute your vision turns dark, the next your vision comes back to normal, and you see you’re at the front entrance of your village. You look to Michael who was standing next to you with your hand in his. He also looks to you, smiling his sly smile. You gently pull your hand from his grasp as you turn to face him. “Again…umm…thanks for the save…”, Michael nods again. “If I may ask…who was he to you?”, You sigh as you look to the ground. “He was my…boyfriend…of sorts…”, You hear Michael sigh softly too as he takes your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. He had seriousness on his face. “You shouldn’t have a man of any kind treat you with such disrespect…I on the other hand, will treat you like no other…like a queen…who deserves her throne…”, You could feel your cheeks get warm at what he says. You look to him a little confusingly. “And how will you do that?”, Michael’s smile returns. “It’s only a matter of time really…you’ll eventually understand…”, Without warning, he kisses your cheek before disappearing.

It caught you off guard as you step back, feeling the air escape your lungs. You look over to see your village was right there, seeing the gates were closed. But they opened up to reveal your friend, Alice, behind them. She rushes up to hug you. You hug her back, feeling your heart rate start slow. “Are you okay? What happened to you?”, She had asked those questions as she releases you, her face full of worry. You gave her a nod as you gave your surroundings a quick look, seeing Michael was nowhere in sight, as you look back to Alice. “I’m fine…really!”, Alice furrowed her brows. “Where’s Arnold?”, You only shrug. “He just…ran away…I’m not sure why or where…”, Alice shakes her head. “Yeah…I knew it…”, She grabs your hand. “Come on…let’s get you cleaned up…”, She leads you into the village, leading you back to your small makeshift house where you safely belong.

*TIME SKIP*

The full moon shines high in the night sky. You’re sitting by your window, looking out into the dark terrain, seeing nothing but black. It was apparently Midnight, and your insomnia was taking its toll on you. You sigh as you sink into the chair more, trying to get yourself more comfortable. “Enjoying your night?”, a voice speaks out. It makes you jump as you look over to see Michael standing by your bed. You sigh a relief as you sit up in the chair. “Oh, hey, um…yeah! I guess…”, You see Michael smile at your response as he walks over to where you are sitting as he gazes out of the window too. He then looks over to you. “How have you been holding up?”, You shrug at his question. “I’ve been alright…”, You look away from the window and to the floor. Michael notices your demeanor as he squats down in front of you. He moves his hand, taking hold of your chin as he forces you to look at him. “I want you to know something…”, You nod for him to proceed. Michael smiles as his eyes glaze over your face. “If…and I mean IF…another man threatens you, touches you or handles you in any way…you let me know…and I will burn his corpse to the ground…if not that, I’ll take his heart straight out of his chest…and burn it that way…”, his smile turns smug. Him saying those words though made you feel slightly uncomfortable. You swallow nervously. “Yeah…sure…”, Michael could tell that you were freaked out by what he said as he rubs on your chin softly with his thumb, trying to attempt to make you calm down. He then stands as he takes a small bow. “Until then, miss Y/N…”, You smile slightly as he bows. “When will I see you again?”, Michael chuckles. “In time…”, Michael proceeds to leave your room as you quickly get up to follow him out into the hallway, only to see he was gone. You sigh to yourself as you go back into the room, shutting the door behind you. You go lay yourself onto the bed as you attempt to get some rest, with Michael on your mind. This had to happen by fate. Maybe for a purpose OR for a reason. Either way, you’re just glad he stood up for you. Guys you’ll meet will probably want to rethink their strategy!

The End!

Notes: Please tell me what you think! Like it if you do...I would REALLY appreciate it! Believe me when I say I tried...😊

[nightfang22]

Masterlists of All My Work

Updated 08/02/2024

Requests are OPEN!

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor (NO SMUT)

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Angel Dust

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Lucifer

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Daddy,I'm A Zombie:

Gonner

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One of Us Is Lying:

Simon Kelleher

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-Kinktober Day 1:"Let me see those eyes."

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Wayne:

Wayne McCullough

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-Virgin Lovers

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IT:

Patrick Hockstetter

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-Patrick's Princess Part One

-Patrick's Princess Part Two

-Patrick's Princess Part Three

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John Doe+:

John Doe

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Homestuck:

Dave Strider

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-Simple Paradise

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Sollux Captor

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Mituna Captor

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Karkat Vantas

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Kankri Vantas

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Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

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-Blurb One

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Gareth Emerson

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Honor Society:

Michael Dipnicky

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-Blurb One

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Creepypasta:

Jeff The Killer

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Ben Drowned

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Eyeless Jack

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Ticci Toby

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Adventure Time:

Marshall Lee

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The Good Doctor:

Shaun Murphy

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Heathers:

Jason Dean

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Your Boyfriend:

Peter

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Eddsworld:

Tord

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-The Norski and the Themby Chapter One

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Two

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Three

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Four

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Five

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Tom

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SallyFace:

Sal

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Larry

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South Park:

Kenny McCormick

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-Get Angry

We Need To Talk About Kevin:

Kevin Khatchadourian

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American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

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Kit Walker

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Kyle Spencer

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Jimmy Darling

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Kai Anderson

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Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

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My Hero Academia:

Katsuki Bakugo

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-Blurb One

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-Revenge Porn

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Izuku Midoriya

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-Tattoo Artist Izuku

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-Bite Of Fate

-Sweat and Lace

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Shoto Todoroki

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Eijiro Kirishima

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Hitoshi Shinsou

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Denki Kaminari

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Hanta Sero

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Dabi

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Shouta Aizawa

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-Can't Erase Heartbreak

-Can't Erase Heartbreak Part 2

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[wroteclassicaly]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag, lovely! @morningberriesao3

1) How many works do you have on AO3? - Unsure of the exact number, but 20+?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? - Unsure, but I know 100,000 +?

3) What fandoms do you write for? - American Horror Story, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, Shameless, Stranger Things, Buffy & Angel.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - Ah, shit. Now I have to go find them, 😂

She’s Trouble

Untitled Steve fic

Ripe

And then the rest have just been drabbles, other stuff, etc.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - I try to! If I don’t get them all it’s because I get overwhelmed!

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - Would have to be a tie between these three:

Get Going, Or Get Lost, I Won’t Stand By, Walk Until You Belong

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - The ones that aren’t angsty 😂 I think this one.

8) Do you get hate on fics? - Oh yeah, lmao.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - All kinds. Rough, soft, funny, angsty, fluffy, hate, comfort, slow, fast, hard, etc.

10) Do you wrote crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written? - Not really. I had a Michael Langdon and Jack Kline crossover planned with a reader, but I never got to it. :/

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Multiple times, lol.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - Once.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - Yes!

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? - Gallavich and Steddie.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - My Gator x ex-best-friend!reader fic. All of them, really… haha.

16) What are your writing strengths? - I think I’m good at smut and describing things.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - I struggle with grammar (I love commas, lol) and dialogue.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - Go for it!

19) First fandom you wrote for? - Buffy. But online? American Horror Story.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? - That would be all three of my top five most kudos fics! Well… the three of them! See above! I’m also in love with some of the WIP’s I’ve worked on.

No pressure tags: @loveshotzz @dandelioninajungle @moonbeamsandmayhem @corrodedcorpses @courtingchaos @jo-harrington @prettyboyeddiemunson @littledemondani @aphrogeneias @onegirlmanytales @bettyfrommars @lofaewrites @carolmunson @succubusmunson @pastel-pillows @andvys @groubee @myosotisa @stevenose @palmtreesx3 @thornsnvultures @eddiemunsonspantschain @word-wytch @justmeinadaze @lonelysatellites whoever else wants to!

[mrslangdon666]

Are you going to do a part three of somethings wrong? Sorry I don't want to be a pest ...im dying to read when they finally do it. Also....how about a fic where Michael is in the woods waiting for his father to speak to him in the sojourn episode and the diaper angel appears but this time it's a female angel that appears and well that's when SMUT ensues with the poor confused Angel who has absolutely no idea what sex is or what Michael's trying to do to her? 😈😈😈😈

Oooo I like this idea...🙀😼

Warning: Extremely innocent Angel! Reader. Sojourn! Michael, utter filthy smut. Seriously.

YOUR POV

You were called by the Lord to help this poor boy, the apparent antichrist. You ended up in the woods, and in front of you was a discheveled young man who looked utterly helpless and upset. You walked over to him and reassuringly told him

“God loves you, Michael.” He looked at you in awe, tracing his fingers on your Lily-white feathered wings gently, before attaching his lips to yours forcefully. What was he doing? Why was he kissing you...on t-the lips? You were so confused and just stood there as his hands went to your breasts. He cupped them before rubbing the nipples with the tips of your fingers before ripping your beautiful top to shreds. He removed his lips from yours and his mouth attacked one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple and biting it gently.

“M-michael what are you d-doing?” You uttered breathily. It felt...good. No, it felt absolutely amazing! What was this feeling? You hadn’t ever experienced it before. He switched breasts, kneading the other one from before and once more sucking the nipple, his tongue flicking it in his mouth.

“That’s right whore of god. Moan for your new saviour.” He said cockily as he lowered his hands to your core, pressing a finger to your clothed clit. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you didn’t understand what was happening. You were beginning to feel...wet? Down there? He discarded your skirt and underwear as he pushed you up against a thick tree. His fingers rubbed at you wet entrance and pushed one inside of you testingly. You jumped in shock at the pleasure and began to pant helplessly.

“You like the way my finger feels? Huh? Wait until you feel my cock. Soon, you’re going to be a fallen Angel.” He said before attacking your engorged clit with his tongue. He flicked the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue and smirked at your reaction. Fallen angel...he said. But the words weren’t registering with you. All you could think about was the blissful pleasure that was taking over you. You felt yourself start to clench down on his fingers when he added another.

“I-what is happening?” You said as you grew hot and felt a coil form in your pelvic region.

“You’re about to cum like a filthy slut, that’s what. Don’t worry, my little fallen Angel. Let it go.” He cooed up at you and continued his assault on your core.

“I-I ohhhh!” You moaned out as the coil snapped, and your knees buckled. Michael caught you and picked you up, your back now pressing against the tree and his pelvic area now between your spread legs.

“Unbuckle my belt, and pull out my cock.” He said, spitting in your mouth. You did as he asked and gawked at his length. You had never seen a cock before, and it was beautiful. The tip was swollen and red, a clear drop of wetness leaking out from the slit. A large vein traveled up his shaft and your virgin mouth watered.

“You like that? Just you wait.” And with that, he placed his cock head at your entrance and pushed in with one swift move.

“Ah!” You yelped and he covered your mouth with his hand, thrusting into you with force. His cock beat up your inner walls, stretching them deliciously. You were being de-flowered, and you loved every second of it.

“Look at you. Fucking the new whore of babalyon.” He said as his balls slapped against your flesh from the sheer intensity of his pounding of you into the tree. You felt that familiar coil from before form again, and you shut your eyes as it snapped.

“Fuck!” Michael grunted as your cunt clamped down on his cock like a vice, milking his cum out and forcing his seed inside of you. Once he was finished, he set you down gently on the ground and grabbed your chin.

“You, my sweet little whore, will give birth to the offspring of the antichrist and an angel of god in nine months.” He said, looking into your eyes with excitement. Oh God, what has become of me, you thought as you blacked out.

@kitty4860

*Authors note: Hope you loved this filth 😈

Xoxo,

Mrs. Langdon 🖤🫀

[randomperson351]

Angel of Death - ML

Summary: After a trying day of interviews, Langdon's favourite person appears to make him feel better.

Do not repost or rewrite my work. Minors and blank blogs get blocked.

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"Lets continue this conversation another time." Langdon told Gallant, rising from his seat and opening the office doors.

"What? That's it? How did I do, did I get in?" He kept pestering. Langdon merely kept his passive expression and waited for him to leave.

With a heavy sigh and finally relenting when Langdon didn't answer, Gallant picked himself out of the chair and exited the office. Once he had finally left, Langdon could release a sigh of his own.

He closed the doors after Mr Gallant and sat in the chair facing his fireplace, already fully fed up with being at Outpost 3 with these mere humans. He closed his eyes and exhaled, the fire increasing in heat and size; then decreasing again when he inhaled, not that Langdon minded. He enjoyed feeling the scorching heat against his face, it reminded him of his father.

"Long day at work?" That sultry voice interrupted his thoughts; again, not that he minded.

Slowly his eyes opened at the same time he let a smirk grow on his lips. He turned his chair around to face the person that owned the voice that could have him on his knees if it so commanded.

"You've got no idea." He replied lazily, taking in the full view of you.

It made sense really, Satan's son completely infatuated with the Angel of Death. The way your voice comforted those in pain and helped him sacrifice more souls to his father drove him crazy the first moment he saw you cleaning up his mess. Even as he looked at you now, the slight blush on your pale cheeks from the heat of the fire that contrasted deliciously with the jet black of your dress. Your eyes a stunning shade of dark blue, your lips a beautiful deep red he keeps trying to claim but never can. The only person he has ever felt a connection to.

You began moving towards him as he raised out of his chair, hands clasped behind his back as you reached each other. He was quite a bit taller than you, so you had to slightly raise your neck to keep eye contact with his oceanic eyes, the smirk never leaving his face.

"So how are you?" You asked him, a somewhat lull to your voice as you broke the tension building between the two of you when you took a few steps back and started flicking through the files on his desk of the candidates at Outpost 3.

"Bored," He started before walking back over to where you were now stood, tantalizingly moving to glide behind you, "Lying in wait for something," he paused again, ghosting his hand up your arm and across the back of your shoulders, leaning closer to your ear, "or someone," he whispered, "to do."

"Do you not have selections to make?" You asked, moving your head to the side meeting his eyes with your own.

"They can wait." He told you, his hands carefully grasping your forearms to keep you in place.

He slowly leaned closer until your noses were touching, thinking you didn't know what he was doing; more trying to do.

"No my dear, you know we can't." You told him, breaking eye contact completely and gently pushing him away so that you could move to stand by the fire.

As a response to your actions, Langdon released a groan laced with anger and thudded his hands down onto his desk.

"Come on, I am the fucking son of Satan I think I know how to resist the kiss of death!" He exploded, eyes burning into your back that was facing him.

"Enough! There will be no discussion in this matter, understood? The last time I kissed you, you actually died; or shall I remind you of what happened?" You roared back in anger.

"I was weaker then." He told you, in a quieter voice now.

"And you are somehow stronger now, are you?" You asked him, turning in place to face him but not move closer. Michael however, chose to step towards you again, getting closer and closer until he is only a few paces away, neither of you breaking eye contact.

"I'm unbeatable." He said calmly. But you wouldn't give in that easily.

"No Michael. We can't risk it." You spoke softly, turning back to the fire, finding an odd sense of comfort in watching the flames ripple. He stepped even closer behind you, ghosting his hands up your back to your shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze.

"Can I?" He whispered.

"Yes." You replied softly, the harshness now completely gone from your voice which made the sultriness come back.

Langdon's right hand grazed from your shoulder to the top of your back where the zipper to your dress was and dragged it half way down to open the top half.

He pulled apart the two sides to reveal the black outlines of your wings imprinted onto your skin, and used his fingers to trace every line and feather that was there.

"Why don't you let them free?" He asked you softly, grazing his lips along your spine creating goosebumps.

"There is no need to, I only need them when taking someones life. They're not exactly for everyday use." You explained softly, relishing in the feeling of someone else so close to you for a change.

"You wouldn't even release them for me to see, while no one else is here?" He questioned, now tucking his hands in behind the material of your dress to touch even more of your skin.

"Michael, they come out when they want to, I can't make them appear nor go away once they are free; that's the way it works."

With his hands comfortably feeling around your waist, he gripped you a little harder and turned you half way round to face him.

"Come along darling, let us not play games any longer."

"But what if I do kill you, I don't know if I can bring you back again."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take just to get a kiss from you." He persuaded you at last, turning you all the way and doing up your dress again at the back, holding you close.

"Michael." You barely whispered in an effort at one last protest.

"Elenora." He teased back, his face moving closer but this time you didn't move away; almost like you couldn't.

"Very well." You relented eventually, giving him the freedom to do as he wished.

As his lips molded slowly and carefully onto your own, you felt nothing happen other than the sparks explode from being this close to him. Not the gain in your heart beat or a surge of adrenaline; he truly could force, what you considered to be your curse, away.

During the moments he was kissing you, you realised he was right; Michael Langdon was now unbeatable.

[b-1327-1]

I feel as if with every human x higher being story I read, my soul is being weighed 🙂

[carnalpleasure]

Michael x Angel!Reader 👼

hi!! i’ve had this idea in my head for months and finally felt inspired to start it tonight. i’m still working on my other two fics.. but Michael’s been calling to me lately💕

Summary: The reader assigns herself to be Michael’s guardian angel. This takes place at the beginning of Sojourn, with Michael in the wilderness. But takes a slightly different turn <3

Every human being in the history of humanity had been born with a guardian angel. The precious moment a newborn baby breathes its first breath of life, an angel is assigned to be their lifelong guardian. The angel’s main mission being to protect their human ward from the dark forces that had plagued the earth for all eternity. Ever since the serpent seduced Eve into her first bite of the knowledge of Good and Evil.

But that streak was broken one day in late March of 2012, when Vivian Harmon gave birth to Satan’s only begotten son.

She was the Anti-Mary. Instead of a blessed virgin being touched by an angel, she was a victim of a demonic sexual assault. She died giving birth to the Antichrist.

Michael Langdon was Satan’s very first creation. Because he was not a child of God, he was not born with a guardian angel. His father didn’t bother to assign him a guardian demon either. The spawn of Satan was left in the hands of none other than his grandmother Constance, whom his father felt was perfect for raising the little monster.

When Michael outgrew her, his father introduced him to Anton Lavey, one of his most trusted followers, who would then introduce Michael as the heir to the Church of Satan.

Michael, however, didn’t really take to Anton. He felt much closer to another key member of the church, Miriam Mead. She took a liking to the boy too and lovingly welcomed him into her home, where she taught him all about rituals, prayers, Black Mass, satanic prophecy.. She was preparing him for the apocalypse. His destiny, as they’d all say.

Once Michael began becoming aware of his powers, his father then led him into the hands of the Warlocks. They thought they were training him to be their next Supreme, but he only needed them to show him how to use his powers. They were disposable beyond that.

Michael was a loyal son, never questioning his father’s decisions, until his beloved Ms. Mead was permanently taken from him by the witches. Cordelia was right, why did he let this happen?

In search of answers, Michael fled to the wilderness on a quest. Jesus had spent 40 days out in the desert being tempted by Satan himself before his own Father finally spoke to him. Michael decided he had to do the same.

That’s when he wandered out into the forest on the outskirts of LA and started to trace a pentagram in the dirt, tired and out of options.

“I’m not going any further,” he sulked, dragging the jagged stone across the ground. “Father, tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” he pleaded, out of breath as he finished carving his sigil into the soil.

“I’m not leaving this circle until you talk to me,” he pouted stubbornly. “They’re gone.. the warlocks.. my Ms. Mead. Burned alive at the stake by the witches. Until nothing was left but ash and smoke,” his voice was breaking but he was too exhausted to cry.

“You tell me what to do,” he sighed, “or you let me die here.” Then he fell to his knees in the center of the circle and waited for a sign.

He watched the sun set and rise four times before he finally had a vision. But even then, he couldn’t be sure if he was seeing a sign or just suffering from severe dehydration.

He saw a little boy offering a cold grape Fanta, and a little girl holding a basket of red apples, and he thought maybe God was trying to tempt him into the light now. To distract him from his mission and derail him from his destiny.

He refused, “No, I’m on a mission. I have to talk to my father,” he said weakly. “Leave me alone.” Then the visions turned dark. He was taunted by Ms. Mead and then praised by Anton Lavey.

“You’re not real. None of this is.. re-real.” He shook his head and raised his hand to shield his face from the blinding light that was radiating from the High Priest before him.

“You’ve done a great job.” The Satanist proudly smiled. “No..” Michael protested, “I failed. I-I’m lost. I don’t understand my purpose,” he was out of breath and at a loss for words. He was tired of games, all he wanted was his father’s help. Everything was spinning.

The vision of Anton continued reciting to him from the prophecy in Revelation, calling him the Alpha and the Omega. Michael couldn’t take it anymore. He made a lunge for Anton, wrapping a hand around his throat to choke him out. Only seconds later, the vision vanished altogether.

And that’s when he saw you. The last thing he remembered was an impossibly beautiful girl with big white wings and a little white dress. He fell to his knees again, in shock and exhaustion, and collapsed into her arms. He felt the warm, soft embrace of feathers, and then he fell into a much needed sleep.

When he awoke a day later, he was still pretty disoriented from the lack of food, water, and sleep. His mind was a haze. He didn’t realize where he was, he only knew that this bed was softer than anything he’d ever felt.

The blankets felt like fluffed up clouds and the pillows smelled like lavender. A cool breeze caressed his skin, and he noticed the temperature of the room was significantly cooler than anything he’d felt in a long time. That radiating heat that seemed to consume him constantly just wasn’t there.

He reached his hand out to feel along the bed. Empty. He opened his eyes, hoping to see the angel from his dreams sitting there watching over him. But the room was empty too.

He sat up in bed, clutching the sheets and looking around anxiously. The room was nice, but it wasn’t anything extreme. It was kinda charming actually, soft and cozy. It didn’t look like anyone had been living here for very long.

Michael climbed out of bed, stepping foot on the soft, plush carpet and smiling at the touch. He walked towards the bedroom door which was just barely cracked open, and stuck his head out slowly to peak outside.

You were in the kitchen, digging around in the refrigerator when you heard him come out. You twisted around, bumping the fridge door shut with your hip and then dropping everything on the counter.

“You’re up already? Are you feeling okay?” The pained look on his face made you worry. He looked exhausted still, leaning against the doorway just to hold himself up.

You rushed to his side, a little faster than humanly possible, and wrapped an arm around his waist to help him steady himself. He leaned into your embrace but winced a little at your touch. His body was sore everywhere.

He couldn’t stop staring at you. Almost glaring, looking at you like you’d just lied straight to his face. You walked him to the counter, sitting him down across from you and then running back to quickly check the stove. He didn’t take his eyes off you the whole time.

“I’m making you a breakfast feast,” you smiled at him over your shoulder. “You look like you haven’t eaten in days..”

“I’m sorry,” he interjected. “But wh-who are you? How did I get here?”

You smiled gently, passing him a plate of bacon and eggs to get him started while you finished the french toast. “I’m Y/N, I brought you here,” you said happily.

He kept looking you up and down. You looked exactly like he remembered, but you were now missing one unique, defining feature..

“Are you-“ he couldn’t bring himself to say the word out loud. It didn’t seem possible to him. “You had.. wings before,” his brow furrowed in confusion and his glare returned.

You simply nodded, glancing over at him and frying a piece of toast in the pan. “You remembered,” you said with a smile.

His confusion only grew. You poured him a glass of milk and then slid the fork closer to him. “Eat, please. We have plenty of time to talk later. I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” you brushed his blonde curls out of his face and the divine touch of your fingers briefly lingered on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

He hesitated, picking up his fork and taking a bite. It wasn’t just the starvation talking, he genuinely enjoyed your food. He immediately started feeling his strength and energy coming back. He felt revitalized.

It wasn’t just the food. Something about your presence was so satisfying to him. You brought him a kind of merciful peace that was only reserved for the saints. He didn’t need confirmation, he knew in his heart you were something holy. And he only hoped that you didn’t know what he truly was. If you ever fell in love with him, it would be your fall from grace.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered softly. His heart was pounding. He felt like he was committing a crime just by being in your presence. He felt like God would smite him any minute just for laying eyes on you.

You cupped his face in your hands gently, wiping away a stray tear that fell from his eyes. “As of today, I’m officially a guardian angel,” you smiled proudly. Your eyes actually twinkled, it completely captivated him.

“Guardian? Who’s guardian?” his pouty lip quivered and you could see all the new emotions swirling around him like a hurricane. He couldn’t believe any of this was really happening. He thought he must’ve been dreaming. He wasn’t dead, he knew that. He was destined for hell and there’s no one like her down there.

He was so cute. “Yours, duh” you giggled, letting go of his face and playfully tousling his blonde locks. He looked up at you with a small smirk that spread into a big smile. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. “How?-“ he silently mouthed as the words he was looking for escaped him.

“You didn’t have one,” you shrugged. “So I.. guess you could say I volunteered.” You didn’t want to overwhelm him with too many details, but the adorable confused puppy look on his face was begging for answers. “Volunteered?” he repeated, cocking his head to the side curiously. He wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“I just thought you should have someone looking out for you too.. you know. You didn’t deserve to be abandoned. Not by God or anyone.” You said it with such sincerity, he could see it on your face how strongly you felt about those words.

His eyes started to overflow with tears but he couldn’t help but smile. It was the single kindest thing anyone had ever said to him. That’s when it hit him. You already knew what he was. You knew who he was. And you were willing to go against both God’s will and Satan’s to take over as his protector. You left heaven just for him.

He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and quietly sobbing into your chest. Tears of pure joy and gratitude. Little “thank yous” whispered on repeat against your skin, so close you can feel his lips brushing across your collarbones with each word.

He snaked his arms around your waist tighter and tighter, pulling you as close to him as physics would allow. It melted your heart how close he wanted to be to you.

“Aw.. you just want to be held,” you giggled, putting your arms around his shoulders and hugging his body closer to yours. “I’m here, Michael. I’ve got you now. You’re safe, you’re mine,” you cooed, your lips brushing against his temple.

His eyes were closed and his face was pressed against your chest, all he heard was a swift whoosh as your wings suddenly appeared, folding around both of your bodies like a soft shield tucking him into you. He’d never felt so safe before, all nestled in your feathers.

He peaked his eyes open to look around at them. “That’s fucking awesome,” he muttered softly, his jaw dropping as his eyes shot up to meet yours. You smiled down at him, kissing his forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle. He made you feel giddy, the way he looked at you. Like you were made of magic.

“My own guardian angel,” he said quietly to himself, still in awe of it all. He refused to let go of you for the rest of the day after that. All he wanted to do was lie in your arms. Feel your embrace. And you were happy to oblige because he needed to rest anyway. The two of you returned to your bed where he spent the rest of the night on your chest, fast asleep in your arms. The safest place he could ever be.

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

Blood In The Water Masterlist

❝ - they say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons; and my darling, you were 𝘀𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 & 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 before they dragged you to hell. ❞ your fall was 𝐧𝐨𝐭 an accident.           . . . you were destined for the 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵𝑬𝑫.

Angel

Halloween Special

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four 

Chapter Five 

[lupus-carnalis]

When (Y/N) is thrust into the hands of werewolf pack leader Dandy Mott of Mississippi through an arranged marriage, she doesn’t know that it is simultaneously the worst and best thing to happen to her. After three months spent as his personal possession and his refusal to bond with her, (Y/N) is helped by the charming Prof. John Henry Moore to escape his clutches with the help of the Los Angeles Alphas. Hurtling from one unknown into the next, her journey of self-discovery leads her to the realisation that some things are bound by more than blood.

Your journey is about to unfold.

@prophecy-is-inevitable x @matildaofoz

[mochminnie]

Boy Meets Evil - Michael Langdon Masterlist

Plot: This series covers Coven and Apocalypse. Reader/ Ariana have an angelic ring that prevents the world from ending. She’s the daughter of Ariel Augustus. Will she be caught in the middle of her coven, her sisters and Michael? Opposites Attract (Angelic Witch x Anti Christ) *Michael comes in later chapters*

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[awfully-written-fairytales]

Dream come true.

Been a while since I posted on here.

When I wrote this I didn’t really have a person in mind, so imagine whoever you want.

SUMMARY: He pictures his wife wife and kids, then all of a sudden, someone knocks at the door.

WORD COUNT : 3074

It was a Friday night and he was alone sitting in his chair with a beer in his hand. The television was playing some show that he lost interest in a while ago. His mind going a mile a minute, his thoughts didn’t pertain to one specific thing. He thought of his past. His parents, his mistakes, missed opportunities and lessons that he learned. He also let his thoughts pertrain to his future.

He knew what he wanted in life. He’s pictured his apple pie life every time a day was hard on him. His house would be two stories, the color would be azure. His wife wanted a porch that could fit a swing, some rocking chairs and a bouncer for their children. He’d walk into the house and drop off all his work baggage at the door.

He’d walk into the kitchen and see his wife, humming along to some Beatle song, making dinner for their family. His wife, god he imagined her so many times.the face always changed but the personality was always the same. His wife was protective over him, she was always smiling. He got home from work, he was greeted with a smile and some music she was obsessed with. His wife always stood up to his bullshit, she knew all of his secrets, she could take one look at him and atomically knew that he wasn’t okay. His wife and him had three beautiful kids together.

His kids, they were amazing. Two boys and one girl. His oldest son took after him. The only resemblance to his mother was his beautiful eyes. His second son, took after his mother. He was a carbon copy to his wife. Their daughter is a mixture of them both. She was tall like her daddy, sweet like her momma. Her Eyes were a mixture of both of her parents .

He would read to them every night, sing an AC/DC song to them when he could get away with it. Picked them up from school, took them to their extracurriculars and had family diner every night.

He dreamed about it, he prayed to god for it, he wished upon stars, and threw coins into a fountain. He would never tell anybody this but sometimes he could hear his ‘wife’ singing that familiar beatle song and could smell some of his ‘wife’ home cooking.

Tears pricked at his eyes, he didn’t want to cry. He knew from the start that he couldn’t have this life, but Jesus he yearned for it.

He wiped the lone tear that fell from his eye. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“ This never works but I’m not going to give up. I know you have to other stuff to grant for other people but I’m a good person, I know I’ve done some questionable things but I’ve always put other people before me. I th-“

He stopped talking and shook his head thinking about how stupid he must look right now.

“I think I deserve some happiness in my dark life”

He continues, looking back up.

He shut his eyes and talked openly about how he would be the best man and father he could be to his family.

“ uhh, I don’t know if I should say amen, but I guess amen”

His took a long sip of his beer, the burning of the alcohol was a welcoming feeling. He wiped the remaining beer from his mouth and stood up once he heard the urgency in the knock that was coming from the front door.

He opened up the front door and standing in front of him was a small girl. The girl was facing towards a bright red car sitting behind his baby.

“Uh, hello” he said opening the door.

The girl turns and gives him a bright smile, the smile that is burned in his memory forever.

The smile that greets him home every time he returns to that two story azure house.

“Uh, yeah hi. Sorry to bother you but my car just broke down and I need some help with it”

The familiar voice sends warmth throughout his entire body.

“Yeah, let me just get my tools. I’ll meet you out by your car”

“You are my hero, seriously thank you!”

Little did she know that she’s saved his life so many times without realizing it, without knowing him.

[emmyrosee]

Fighting with Miquel for dominance in bed and calling each other denigrant names

Oh wow😳❤️

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Flipping yourself onto your back, Michael quickly straddles you before pinning you to the bed. He attacks your lips and neck with his own sinful mouth, and you squirm under his grip.

“What’s the matter little girl? Can’t fight me off anymore?”

Resistance play between you and Michael was nothing new; in fact, it gave you the greatest rush, especially knowing how it affects him too. He could overtake you within milliseconds, but that’s part of the rush. He’s so venomous, dangerous, he’s like a poison apple, but you’re so ready to bite.

With all your force, you shove him off of you, a loud, deep grunt passing from the blow. You take your own position on his waist, pinning his wrists to the bed and grinding your hips against his. His mouth drops open as you rock your hips, and you lick your teeth as you taunt.

“Come on, fucker,” you growl. “Do it. Take me down.” You lean close to his ear, “unless you’re too much of a little bitch?”

You barely have time to process the words that leave your lips before he snatches your wrists, that concealed strength breaking though at your words. He has you, and he’s not letting go. It almost hurts, the way he awkwardly has your arms as he guides them above your head before trailing his freehand down your face to your throat, pressing the delicate skin area down hard, and you struggle for breath. The throbbing need between your legs calls out for him, want him, crave him, and you accept defeat silently.

Michael tilts his head and leans close to your ear, his breath warm and low. “Guess I gotta ease up on you, huh angel?”